The rocks are whispering to you
with a rough truth
that only the cliffs can teach

Close your eyes and listen,
the wind is carrying the sentence
and the trees sway agreeably

It is the sober sound of mans silence
that soothes your worries today
as the hawk cries above your head

Benevolence has no place here
it has been slain to non-existence
along with his brother, malice

Morality never grew here at all
it has no place here with you
the wilderness surpasses such naivety

Within seconds the social venom
will drain from your heart
and you will know what it is
to be free
truly
free.